The latency of haters

From the journal of Sir Smedley Johnson –
Like a squid with nature's own Active Camouflage, I have discovered on my adventures, fantastical creatures that exist behind a wall of deception and involuntary double bluffing. The squid has no control over it's bodily colours as do these poor specimens that live a false life of bravado and species one-up-manship, all the while dominated by their subconscious desires and spasms of the vocal chords.
While making a routine journey into Blood Gulch valley to observe the wildlife and sample the arid flora I came across a most unusual thing.
A big team battle had been waging for some time with the blue team fighting a one sided battle against their n00bish adversaries. Scorch marks and plasma burns mocked the land in a warning to tread lightly despite temporary invisibility and over shielding. As I observed the losers, their tactics (or lack there of) and how they handled such an overwhelming trudge to defeat, I encountered an event never before seen.
Instead of committing hara-kiri, or quitting out, the tinny sounds of dance music piped through a headset led me to an impromptu disco which had formed and to the sight of eight heavily armoured and armed, cybernetically enhanced Spartan soldiers tripping the light fantastic with each other.
I had an epiphany. Amidst the battle cries, plasma blasts and head shots that rained down from the ever oppressive blue team, this intrepid explorer had witnessed a unique thing which, like a set of dominos, had triggered a realisation about the whiney voiced species and their apparent allusion for vitriol and homophobia... to be continued